She had a long chat with me the previous night.After all the good talks, I asked her pic again. She refused to send after the last incident. I convinc...d her saying I will not be able to message her and will miss her. She denied saying I can check her Facebook posts for pics and that she will be updating every week. After a long request, I got upset and went to bed.After a few days, I reached Australia and was concentrating on my work. I was eagerly waiting for her message and she didn’t message. “You will be immune here,” she said in almost a whisper, “because you will be the source of pain.”“What do you mean?” I asked, as thirteen nubile, naked, young women slowly appeared as the hole in the smoke widened and then the wispy smoke cleared completely. They all looked like they were at least my age or older. I guessed the youngest at eighteen and the oldest– the leader– in the high twenties or early thirties. None of them had any coloring in their hair, as was obvious by the fact that. Elysha and I just looked at her until she started to come down a bit and I took the dildo out of her cunt. Elysha had moved over to one side and had gotten on her hands and knees and looking back at me, "Fuck my asshole" she pleaded and I quickly moved out from between Edna's legs, slid over behind Elysha and spitting on her hole, took hold of the dildo and gently edged it into her hole. I started fucking away at her hole while Edna, now pretty much recovered from her fucking, slid over under. Please be patient. Was watching a lot of vampire movies.. LOL) I dream of his hands holding mine, but mostly I dream of his hands on my body, stroking and caressing my throat. That sharp, metal, nail, dragging, ever, so, slowly, across my jugular vein, and down my neck, towards the valley of my collar bone. I can almost feel it now, as it slips diagonally past my tattoo, and traces an invisible line across my chest, mounting the hills of my breasts with slow precision. I can feel his hot breath.